You were a killer. So Dexter did what he does best. Caught you.

You woke up to the intense smell of salt, and a little crack. You opened your blurry eyes, looking around. A room, covered with plastic. You were stuck to a table, naked, also, wrapped to it with plastic wrap. Pictures were taped to the walls… your previous ‘victims’.

“You’re awake. Probably confused.” Dexter said. You looked over, seeing him stand in the corner of the room, wearing an apron and gloves.